"I was in San Bernardino, California, and went to see my parents."Jobe had no comment.The drive out of town was one he could have made with his eyes c...osed. He knew every inch of the thirty-mile stretch.Meritt's Corner was unchanged as he drove by. Jobe looked longingly at the combination gas stop, restaurant, and post office."We can stop on the way back to town," Scott said. "Maybe get a couple burgers."A few minutes later, he pulled into the gravel driveway and parked. He let Jobe out and. Each tug of the chain sent fire through my nipples and waves of desire through my sopping slit.As I knelt before Bex, I saw Opal return to Jen who was still suspended in the swing. The butterfly’s constant buzz blended with her moans of pleasure as she swung beside us.She removed Jen’s blindfold and lowered her to the floor. My beautiful girl was a complete mess, her hair had broken free of the top knot, her entire upper body was flushed red and glinting of sweat while rivers of cum flowed from. “I’m so sorry, George. You’ll have to take me back to the hotel.”During the short drive back to the Esplanade, Jennifer was in turmoil. She glanced sideways at the tall, dark man, older than her, that leisurely and relaxed, in effortless control, moved his large Mercedes through the morning traffic. He so obviously felt no further need to talk. Could he possibly desire her, a Beachgirl? And as for her, he was the opposite of the sun bronzed young Adonises of her usual longings.As she looked at. There was no way that I was able to keep my arm around her the entire game. Not with her jumping up and down like a jack-in-the-box. But after that, Miranda would grab and hold tight to my hand every time she managed to sit back down. I loved it.Dinner was nothing fancy, just some hot dogs grabbed from the concession stand at the game. Miranda didn't seem to mind though. We ate our dogs during half time and talked about minor inconsequential things.By the time I got Miranda home, I was half in.